Turning on a Dime
(Smith)

Here's a toast to all who came before
In an awkward, faded line
Now I know I should have listened more

But I guess it's always been that way
We like to think we're different... somehow
A candle trying to be the light of day

Oh careless lover, I've been blind
Too far from home, too numb to write
In days of cigarettes and wine
We're turning on a dime

How I miss the way we used to talk
Into every hour of the night
What a wonder that we slept at all

Even though you say never say never --
Well it's all or nothing... somehow
And not enough to stay together

Oh careless lover, I've been blind
Too far from home, too numb to write
In days of cigarettes and wine
We're turning on a dime

What did I want to say in all that wasted time?
Waiting here in vain in all that wasted time...

Here's a toast to all the days before
In an awkward, hated time
When every gesture mattered so much more

But I guess it's always been that way
We like to think we're different... somehow
A candle trying to be the light of day

Oh careless lover, I've been blind
Too far from home, too numb to write
In days of cigarettes and wine
We're turning on a dime


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